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The Dark Side of Akatsuki

Following the Poneglyphs led Gold Roger to an island lost to the world for a thousand years. Inspired as a child by Roger, Itachi makes a different choice that results in an early friendship between Naruto and Sasuke. Years later, the boys take an unsanctioned mission to chase Akatsuki out into the ocean on the only ship available.

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The Dark Side of Akatsuki. Chapter 5

Root had faced a much harder fight than expected. In isolating the entire population of the Uchiha clan for the attack, they had neglected something crucial. Blood, loss, and death were, in a way, the crucible in which Uchiha power was forged. It was the fan to their flame. That night, every link of love was a trap. Every person inside that compound an upset waiting to happen. The truth was, though many of the Uchiha managed to earn their Sharingan during their careers as ninja, the heart-rending personal loss and desperation that led to its further evolution was usually a blessedly rare occurrence.

That night, no fewer than ten pairs of Mangekyou Sharingan activated from those who failed to protect those closest to them. Each one brought new powers to the fray, untested, random, and furious.

All-in-all, it had been a terrible night for everyone involved.

It was less than three hours after the council meeting had ended before a drastically weakened Root was dug out of its hole. Despite everything, Danzou had escaped. As night turned into morning, Danzou was caught in an underground laboratory, spattered with blood, scavenging from the corpses of several Uchiha. He disappeared before he could be pinned down, and no one knew what would come of it all.

The next step came swiftly afterward. Hiruzen knew that everything Danzou did was what he believed to be good for the village. Danzou and his Root had seemed like necessary evils, but his actions were no longer even predictable. Root must be dissolved, its members and functions carefully incorporated into ANBU. A kill order for Danzou was signed shortly thereafter.

It would be quite a few years before Konoha got any intel at all on Danzou's whereabouts.

The Uchiha had been crushed. Fewer than twenty individuals had survived the chaos of that night. Every single capable combatant had been killed protecting- or avenging- their families.

Though the other clans were quite willing to help punish those who had been responsible for this slaughter, their sense of responsibility did not extend to fighting for the Uchiha's well-being. The rebellious clan was quietly separated and watched carefully for further signs of collaboration.

Young Sasuke was not given to any distant relation, fostered, or abandoned to an orphanage. A week after the massacre, he found himself desperately alone, curled up on a mat inside a sparsely furnished apartment in a run-down building he'd never seen before in his life. The tears still came from time to time, but he had been surprised to find that you really could only cry for so long before it all started to run out. It was all just the same after a while. One thing was new though. He'd discovered it was possible to both feel immense loneliness and not want to see any other person at all at the same time. His emotions were both wild and dull, as well as being wholly unpredictable.

This time it was rage that boiled up inside of him when he heard the raucous knocking at his door. It demanded attention. Sasuke ignored it nonetheless. The people who had been watching him would just open the door if they wanted to come in.

The wild knocking continued, seemingly without pattern or rhythm, as the seconds lengthened into minutes.

Seriously, what the hell was up with this person? Sasuke had not yet even taken a single music lesson, but he felt certain you could only pound on a door for so long before developing a pattern or something. He was pretty sure his brother had told him that high-level shinobi have to train for years just to prevent themselves from falling into even the slightest of patterns.

Well, maybe the Intelligence and Interrogation people would like to come down and try to decode this, because he sure as hell couldn't.

The knocking continued. Now there was whistling to go along with it. The knocker was clearly settling in for the long haul. Eyes wide, brow furrowed, still curled up on the floor, Sasuke ground his teeth together.

Maybe this was torture? Or some Genjutsu? He doubted his brother had ever had to train to resist people knocking off-beat (he had), or whistling off-key (basic Genjutsu training), or making stupid noises really loudly (saved his life twice already).

Finally, Sasuke got up and answered the door.

"WHAT! Do you WANT?!"

The grin that stared back at him was not actually more irritating than anything he had experienced in the last week, but he could, perhaps, be forgiven for not making a distinction at that moment. The new child adjusted a pair of goggles that were stuck awkwardly in a pile of messy blond hair, and he seemed extremely satisfied with himself. He began shouting immediately.

"Heya new neighbor! I'm Uzumaki Naruto, and I'm gonna become the Hokage someday! Nice to meetcha!"

If this scene had occurred five years later, Naruto would have watched, dumbfounded, as he witnessed the birth of Sasuke's Sharingan. Unfortunately, today Sasuke really only had one option.

In Naruto's mind, it seemed just a bit of an overreaction when Sasuke screamed right in his face and bull-rushed him back into the hallway. Crashing straight through the open window opposite his door seemed unwarranted too, but, hey, whatever. Being punched repeatedly on the way down to the street was just the icing on top of an already complete surprise-attack.

From his perch on a nearby building, Sarutobi Asuma winced as he watched the two screaming children come hurtling through the second story window to land in a pile of packing material down below.

Asuma really hoped his father knew what he was doing with this one.

Years later, neither Sasuke nor Naruto would remember this day very accurately, due to a haze of bloodlust and head-trauma, respectively. They would, however, agree that they couldn't really imagine where things would have gone without it. Both were, in a certain way, outcasts.

Now, they were outcasts together.

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